Soon the chain-bearer was a little to the left of the line.
Tom held a hand over the telescope of the transit, moving it very slowly to the right. The chain-bearer, glancing slowly back, stepped slowly to the right of the course until Tom"s hand fell abruptly. Then the chain-bearer stopped, knowing that he was on the right line. A metal stake, having a loop at the top from which fluttered a marker of red flannel, the man stuck upright in the ground. Tom took a peep, signaling so gently that the man moved the stake just half an inch before Reade"s hand again fell.
"That stake is right; go ahead," ordered Tom, but he said it not by word of mouth, but merely with a slight gesture of pushing forward.
"You"ve been well trained, I"ll bet a hat," smiled b.u.t.ter. "I can tell that by the practiced way that you signal. O"Brien!"
"Yes, sir," answered another chainman, stepping forward.
"Take Thane with you, and carry Mr. Hazelton"s transit to Grizzly Ledge. Mr. Hazelton and I will be there presently."
Two more chainmen started away.
Now, both of Tom"s chainmen started forward, the rear one moving to the first metal stake that displayed the red marker. Tom still remained at the transit, motioning to the men whenever they got the least out of a true straight line to the rodman. It was not hard work for Reade at this point, but it required his closest attention.
After some time had pa.s.sed the chainmen had "chained" the whole distance between Tom"s stake and the rod resting on the next stake.
Now the rodman, after making a close measurement, signaled back.
Nine downward sweeps of his right arm signified nine chains; next the movements of his arm signaled the forty-four links of a tenth chain. Then seven movements of the left hand across in front of the eyes, and Reade knew that stood for seven-tenths of a link. Hence on the page of his field note book Tom wrote the distance between the stakes as nine chains and forty-four and seven-tenths links.
"That"s good," nodded Rutter, who had been watching every move closely. The forty-four signaled by the rodman"s left arm, instead of being made up of forty-four downward strokes, had consisted of four such strokes, followed by a pause, and then four more strokes.
"I"ll go along and see you get the course and distance to the third rod," said Rutter.
This course and distance, too, in time, had been measured and carefully noted by Reade.
"You"ll get along all right, if you pay strict attention and don"t become confused or careless," nodded Jack Rutter. "Now, I"ll write "Reade" on this starting stake of yours, and I"ll write Hazelton on your friend"s starting stake. After you"ve surveyed to Hazelton"s starting stake let your rodman bring you forward until you overhaul me."
"Very good, sir," nodded Tom coolly.
Rutter and Harry moved along the trail, leaving Tom with his own "gang."
"Nothing very mentally wearing in this job," reflected Tom, when he found himself left to his own resources. "All a fellow has to do is to keep his head clear, be faithful and exactly honest with his work, and move with all the speed that good, straight work will allow."
So Reade moved ahead, getting courses and distances to five more stakes. Then, as he reached the sixth, he gazed ahead and smiled.
A mountain pond lay right in his straight path to the seventh stake.
"Can that pond be easily forded?" Reade asked the nearer chainman.
"No, sir; it"s about ten feet deep in the centre."
Tom smiled grimly to himself.
"Rutter didn"t say anything about this to me," Tom muttered to himself. "He put this upon me, to see how I"d get over an obstacle like an unfordable pond. Well, it"s going to take a lot of time but I"ll show Mr. Jack Rutter!"
Accordingly, Reade allowed his chainmen to proceed measuring until they were fairly close to the pond. Then he went forward to the metal stake that had just been driven. From this stake he laid out a new course to the north and at exact right angles with the proper course, sending his chainmen forward with markers. When he had thus pa.s.sed the end of the pond Reade took another course at exactly right angles to the northerly course, but now going westerly. This he extended until it pa.s.sed the pond by a few feet. Once more Reade laid out a course, southerly, at exact right angles with the westerly course, the southerly line being exactly four chains in length, as the northerly line had been.
Now, the young engineer was able to resume his surveying toward the seventh stake. The extra route that he had followed made three sides of a square. Tom was now in line again, with the pond pa.s.sed, and the exact distance between the sixth and seventh stakes.
"I guess that was where Rutter was sure he"d have me," chuckled Tom quietly. "He"s probe ably waiting ahead to see me come hot-footing over the trail to ask for orders."
At the tenth stake Tom found "Hazelton" written thereon.
"Men," said the young engineer, "I guess this is where we go forward and look for the crowd. Get up the stuff and we"ll trot along."
Nearly an hour of solid tramping over the trail followed before Tom and his party, guided by the rodman, came upon Harry Hazelton.
Jack Rutter, chewing a blade of gra.s.s, sat under a tree at a little distance from where Harry was watching and signaling to two chainmen who were getting a distance.
"Is your own work all done?" asked Rutter.
"Yes, sir," Tom answered.
"Let me see your field notes."
Reade pa.s.sed over the book containing them. From an inner pocket Rutter drew out his own field note book. Before another minute had pa.s.sed Tom had opened his eyes very wide.
"Your field notes are all straight, my boy. If you"ve made any errors, then I"ve made the same."
"You"ve already been over this work that we"ve been doing?" demanded Tom, feeling somewhat abashed.
"Of course," nodded the older and more experienced engineer.
"You don"t for a moment suppose we"d trust you with original work until we had tried you out, do you? We have all the field notes for at least three miles more ahead of here. Hazelton!"
"Coming," said Harry, after jotting down his last observations and the distance.
"Let me see your last notes, Hazelton," directed Rutter. "Yes; your work is all right."
"What do you know about this, Harry?" laughingly demanded Reade.
"I"ve suspected for the last two hours that Mr. Rutter was merely trying us out over surveyed courses," laughed Harry.
"If you don"t know how to do anything other than transit work,"
Rutter declared, "the chief can use all your time at that. He"ll be pleased when I tell him that you"re at least as good surveyors as I am. And, Reade, I see from your notes that you knew how to measure across a pond that your chainmen couldn"t ford."
"Mr. Price taught me that trick, back in Gridley," Tom responded.
Suddenly Jack Rutter sprang to his feet sniffing vigorously.
"Boys," he announced, "an adventure is coming our way. Can you guess what it is?"
Tom and Harry gazed at him blankly.
CHAPTER V
TOM DOESN"T MIND "ARTILLERY"
"I give it up," Reade replied.